Another Road Less Traveled

They are nothing if not taciturn--these sprit travelers. They do not shock, or ridicule, for they are single-minded in their quest for timeless realms where magic dragons play and roar for joy that cannot be contained-- unless they are ignored for brighter flames that drown the seas around their mystic shore. They are not much for words or diadems of thought to sway the psyche, win the day, or call to arms a soldier, surfeited with war or from a restive peace, Theirs is the steady breath to leave one breathless, voiceless, more removed from what a dawning day reveals than they had ever been before, and more in tune with universal song, although they do not sing, for their metier is listening. and that is quite unspeakable--they do invite us yet, to take their hand and come along. The journey is not wearying , and rest awaits the patient ones. Vacation at the cosmic level is the prize received unending and forever new, ~